Well. Hehe. You know.

Well, there ain't no.
Ain't no.
Ain't no telling baby.
.
.
.
When you will see me again, but I pray it will be tomorrow.
Well, the sunrise.
Sunrise burn my eyes, baby.
I must leave now, but I really hope.
To see you tomorrow.

Bor De nede i sentrum?
Kaffen Izabella kanskje?

Well my house is, oh such a sad mile away.
The feeling there always hangs up my day.
Oh Cleopatra. She's driving me insane.
She is trying to put my body in her brain.

Øks, Isis, Ass, Knullet, Kjærlighet, slike ting?

Nah, she just kiss me goodbye, just to ease the pain.
Ain't no.
Ain't no.
Ain't no telling baby when your're gonna see me, but I really hope.
It will be tomorrow.
You know what I'm talking 'bout.
Ain't no telling.
Sorry but I must leave now.

Vent, vent!
Siktet De til Nietzsches Morgenrøte eller kanskje The Sun Also Rises?
Ah shit.
(Det virket som fyren snakket med seg selv?)